In the primeval period

Since the opening of the world, the wilderness and chaos, all things in the world compete with each other, so there are living beings from all the earths in the world, and the laws of heaven and earth have their own arrangements for the heavens and the earth. Therefore, everything in the world is divided into ten thousand categories. Since then, there has been a distinction between good and evil. In the year of the flowing soil, the rebellion of Huang Xuan. Demons roam the world. Down to Yan Yin, ghosts and monsters are everywhere. The cry of sorrow is always transmitted in the world, and people's hearts are afraid. Up to the Demon Realm. The monster fights and starts from trouble. Trapped in the world. Therefore, there are people with lofty ideals in the world. He walked thousands of miles, looking for mountains and seas. Seek the art of immortal law, hope to save the world. There are soldiers who ride the long sword to help the people's suffering. There are also people who look at the pigs and dogs in the world with white eyes, hide in the Lingshan, and pursue the fairy road. Inherently two-pole. This is where the path of righteousness and evil begins

I don't remember how long ago, the land of China seemed to be rich, but it was poor. There are immortals in the Tao and stand on the top of all things. Most of the population is still at the bottom. Every day he was busy with food and clothing, and begged for gold and silver. One day, in the middle of the sun, suddenly clouds hit from all sides, and the experienced old man knew that the rainstorm was coming, and urgently called everyone to go home to avoid the rain. The haze in the sky was even stronger, the ink intensified, blackened, blackened, and suddenly from day to night, the black was different from usual, as if it was dyed between heaven and earth by splashing ink, and like a huge ink cloth falling from the sky, covering everything, suddenly a sharp sword pierced the sky, and in an instant the whole heaven and earth were lit up, and accompanied by a roaring thunder. It was a flash of lightning. Then there are several paths, up to ten million paths. Then it rained heavily. There seemed to be a dragon roaring between the lightning and thunder. The heavy rain that is rare in a hundred years fell on the world, and everyone's hearts seemed to be filled with haze, worried about something, and worried about something, but at this time, the central part of Shenzhou was even worse. Ink filled the entire sky, and thunder and lightning seemed to be unable to penetrate it, only a roar came from the sky. The sound is terrifying. And right now. But there was a change in heaven. The inky canopy seemed to have been pierced by lightning, and it was as if something had torn it apart from the middle, and a glimmer of light leaked out. Then it slowly gathered, and the light grew bigger and brighter. Suddenly, the crack tore open, and the light gathered and was blinding. Then there was a terrifying roar of dragons and tigers. The wind was blowing, the sky was dark, and suddenly an ink shadow pierced out of the crack and went straight into the largest barren mountain in the middle of Shenzhou, and everyone didn't see what it was, just a black shadow. Then the strange ink clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the rain gradually decreased. The thunder and lightning had long since disappeared with the disappearance of the ink shadow. People were also busy rejoicing that God had improved, and they were grateful to the Dragon Lord for collecting the rain in time, and forgot what had happened. Only in the depths of memory there was such a strange weather, there was such a terrible heavy rain, only a few people remember the ink shadow, but it also slowly disappeared in the conversation for the younger generations.

Five hundred years later, at the foot of Moshan Mountain, there is a sparsely populated place, only a small village composed of a few poor families, no village name, and no some eye-catching landmarks, but everyone in this village is surnamed Lu, regardless of men, women and children are this surname. Occasionally, some passing merchants or passers-by rest in a small dilapidated teahouse at the foot of the mountain, which can only be described as dilapidated, with a few broken straw curtains on top of a few simple logs, and a few wooden chairs and a few tables full of notches below. There are only two people in the teahouse, the boss and the proprietress are the hunters in the side village, because the proprietress is shrewd, and she thinks that she can earn a few knife coins by opening a teahouse here, so she opened this teahouse, and this teahouse has also become an "information station" for people in the village to understand the news from all directions The boss is a middle-aged man, who looks honest, and usually boils tea, and the proprietress is more talkative and enthusiastic, and is a dark-skinned peasant woman. But pedestrians also come for some tea and don't care about that. Meet people with similar interests. Those who can talk about one piece will brag together, Kan Dashan. However, the topic of everyone's conversation is inseparable from this mountain, because the mountain of this mountain is really too strange, other mountains may be the earthy yellow of loess, or the stone blue accumulated by the stone pile, but the grass on the ground of this mountain is indeed black all over, whether it is soil or stones, it is from the inside out, and the whole body is jet black. Therefore, these pedestrians were very curious, and they asked each other but did not know about it, so they all went to inquire with the proprietress about it. The proprietress is enthusiastic, and she told them everything she knew, and heard the elders say that there was no one here, and then a fugitive surnamed Lu ran here without knowing how to avoid the pursuit, and saw that the pursuers did not come, and there were no relatives at home to live here, and later met a woman who begged here here, although the appearance was not mediocre, but the two seemed to be sympathetic to each other because of the same disease, and the same feeling of falling into the world. Then they live here together, there is no flower before the moon, and then they have children, men see the mountains and forests, they go into the mountains from time to time to hunt some prey, and women raise silkworms and weave some burlap, life is plain, but happy, and then there is their tribe, this small village. As for the mountain. The man didn't know what kind of mountain it was, but when he saw that the mountain was black, he called it Moshan. Then it was called, and the children and grandchildren passed it down. The proprietress stopped when she said this, and some businessmen were dissatisfied, "The proprietress said for a long time, we don't know why this mountain is the color of this black ball", the proprietress replied with a smile, "I heard the elders say that it is a grain of ink from the emperor who fell on this mountain, and the mountain became like this", "Less deceitful, where did the emperor come from", "Then you still ask so much", and then the hall was full of laughter.

"Dad, it doesn't look good today, so don't go into the mountains," a woman said to a black-faced man who was squatting at the door. They are also an ordinary family in the only village at the foot of this Mo Mountain, the male is called Lu Dashan, and the female is called Lu Qin. Lu Dashan looked up at the tall Moshan. After a pause, he lowered his head and picked up his crossbow arrows again, polished the blunt front pointed stone stick, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm going around the lower half of the mountain, and now there is a miasma above the middle of the mountain, and I can't get in." I'll see if there are any tiger insects below, and when it's cold, I'll make warm clothes for the baby," he said, and looked up at his son, who was sitting on the ground playing with black stones, with a loving face. Then he went out of the house with a crossbow bolt and a stone stick. The woman looked at his back, and then at the dense mountains and forests nearby, her face full of worry, and her mind was uneasy as she had ever been......

Half a month later, a caravan passed through Moshan again, wanting to rest here, but the small teahouse could not be found in that area, and even the village disappeared without a trace. Everything seemed to have never existed at all, and everyone was shocked to break out in a cold sweat and left in a hurry. In the second half of the year, many pedestrians and businessmen were strange because of this, and they all traveled far away. There was no one around Moshan, and sometimes the sound of birds and beasts startled the passers-by in the distance.

And a year later, a martial arts sect appeared on the mysterious Moshan Mountain, named Mozong, and at first people thought that it was a group of bold bandits who occupied the mountain as the king, and they didn't care. And when the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and Liulizong were all wiped out overnight, leaving an ink-colored lotus flower in the place of their sect, and a pattern of a long chant of the ink dragon on the flower was left behind, people thought of the Mozong. I began to be afraid of it. In the next few years, he slaughtered many sects in the rivers and lakes at an unimaginable speed, and his fear turned into awe. The pattern left each time is called "Molong Lotus" and "Blood Slaughter Lotus", many evil ways have also gone to Moshan to find Mozong, trying to take revenge, but when they get to the bottom of the mountain, they are entangled in miasma, and finally everyone disappears without a trace. Since then, all the sects on the rivers and lakes have begun to fall silent. Some demons even go into seclusion and quit automatically. In addition to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, the Seven Killing Sect, and the Greedy Wolf Sect, the rest of the small sects are hidden from the world. In addition to the Liuyun Sect, the Godslayer Sect, the Taoist Sect, and the Buddha Sect, the rest of the small sects have a tendency to adhere to the Mo Sect. Ten years later, in the Tianwu Competition, a handsome young man who claimed to be a disciple of Mozong repelled the Hongyi monk of Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and Mozong became the supreme martial arts, and its mysterious power was surprising to the world.

After a hundred years, Mo Zong stands at the peak, but he is still mysterious, but he dominates the martial arts

The end is indeed the beginning......